White Russians

Nobody understands our oath to despair
Nobody knows what bouts still haunt us
Caught in the crossfire of some worldly affair
Only the pale moonlight to guide us

Who ever dreamed that there was power in these hands?
Who'd ever know that we could fall?
Counting our wealth by all the things we once had
Blinded with pride, our past is all
White Russians
Playing chess, with no real cause
Beneath the stars
White Russians
Facing death, to save the past

Who really knows what future waits to be found?
Who really knows this world at all
Riding the last train out of faraway towns
Who needs a cause worth fighting for?
White Russians
Playing chess, with no real cause
Beneath the stars
White Russians
Facing death, to save the past

White Russians
Playing chess, with no real cause
Beneath the stars
White Russians
Facing death, to save the past



Credits
Writer(s): Nigel Pollard, Simon Allard, Ian Gibson, Tony Mcguinness, Juliette Sainsbury
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